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MamaBee's Verse: Nellis AF Base: Foolhardy Femmes ((Happens after Nova Thread))

Arcee's engines roared as she shot into the air, going straight up and crying out gleefully as she landed roughly, spinning out and laughing maniacally as she spun in circles. //Seriously, you can't hope to beat that airtime, Bee,// she crowed, slowing for a moment before wobbling and flopping over.

Up by the base Forge watched them, blinking and arching an eyebrow and shaking his head as the two roared around the desert, acting like fresh recruits and the tomboys they still were at heart.

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//Hah! Clear the landing strip!// crows the yellow Camaro, ignoring Ratchet's stern admonishment over the communicator. //I'll show you how it's done!//

Arcee pushed herself up, smirking and moving. //Right,// she scoffed. //I can't wait to see this.//

//Yeeeeehawww!// Bee blares her horn and plays the 'Dukes of Hazard' theme as she launches herself off the natural ramp. Her tires spin gleefully as she flies, then bite deep and throw gravel and sand as she lands and burns two long strips.

//Whoo!// She slews sideways, then makes a razzing sound as she straightens out and takes off across the desert. //Neener neener, can't catch me!//

//Aw, slag no!// Arcee hooted, doing a wheeling and spinning after her, pushing herself to max land speed and just keeping up with her bigger engined friend. //You are not getting away so easy!//

//Don't y' think you should slow down a bit, sweetheart?// Forge asked timidly. Arcee blew a raspberry and chased her friend, caught up in the moment and sending her sparkmate a rock n' roll love song as she charged forward.

//Wooooohooooooo! Ack!// Bee toots with surprise as a tire slips into a sinkhole and nearly makes her flip. Instead, she goes into a sand spewing spin, the effort of trying to come out of it garbling her attempt to call warning to her friend. She can hear Jazz asking her what's wrong, but she can't reply yet.

//What's wrong, slip in the sa-// Arcee's laughing taunt turned into a yell of surprise as she hit the sinkhole at full speed. Almost at once she impulsively started to transform to catch herself, but wound up skidding and crashing across the ground as a half formed mess, being sent up into the air yet again as she smacked into her firend's trunk hard.

Her pained cry was cut short as she slammed into the ground, optics shortening out for a moment before her processor shut down completely.

From his seat Starforge saw the entire crash, and he'd been running since he saw Bumblebee hit the sinkhole, trying to call to Arcee to avert her path but already knowing he was too late. //RATCHET!// He bellowed, taking off and shooting for his femme, feeling his spark wrench when he saw her final hit.

Bee gives an anguished squeal at the impact of Arcee's body hitting her, then transforms to keep from running over her friend.

When the sand settles both femmes are laying very still and silent in the torn up mess of sand and rock.

Jazz is there in a heartbeat, followed closely by Ratchet and Endeavour.

"Don't move her!" shouts the medic as he sees the shape that Arcee is in, his scanners at full strength as he looks her over.

Then he stops so quickly that Dev and Ironhide nearly plow into him.

"What the slagging...???" Ironhide growls and continues around him.

"Dev, get the spark pot running!" barks Ratchet, hurrying forward again.

Forge froze above Arcee, eyes huge as he looked up, terror clear even from a distance. "Sparkpot? Doc, you gotta help 'er!" he groaned, fighting every instinct in him that told him to craddle and protect his sparkmate.

Ratchet hunkers next to the wounded femme and puts a hand over her spark compartment. "We have to get the sparkling out of there and stabilized. Jazz, how's Bumblebee?"

"I'm okay," says the yellow femme softly, though her voice is shaking. "Is 'Cee?"

"She's running." He quickly gets the pink femme strapped to a holo stretcher, and then PINpoints with her back to the intensive care bay.

Bee curls into a ball and keens softly, then pushes herself shakily to her feet despite Jazz's fussing. "If he didn't even look at me... wait... sparkling???"

"S-sparklin'?!" Forge seemed to offline for a moment, then took off, blasting for the ICB as quickly as he could.

Skidding to a halt in front of the doors he shoved them open, hurrying inside and looking around. His first impulse was to call out, but he didn't want to distract Ratchet, so instead he hurried over, giving the doctor and patient wide berth.

"What do you mean, 'sparklin'?" he gaped.

"OUT!" roars the medic. "Dev, lock the door after him!"

Forge jumped slightly, but retreated quickly, starting as the doors shut in his face, then backing away. Since when had they had a sparkling? Had Arcee known? She wouldn't have been driving so recklessly if she had....

He slowly sat, spark aching. He couldn't hear her anymore, she was hurt badly, but she'd still make it, wouldn't she?

Bowing his head Forge's broad shoulders trembled, till finally his closed his optics and began to pray fervently for the safety of his sparkmate and the child they hadn't even known about.

"Hey...." Bee limps over and puts her arms around him, ignoring her hovering and concerned spark-mate. "She's gonna be alright... they both are."

She flinches as the waiting area door bursts open.

"What's going on?" demands Ironhide. "The twins are having a fit."

"Boys," Forge stood at once as Startracker nearly knocked over his grandfather, latching onto his father's arm shakily as Sunhunter followed, cannons out and eyes wide.

"Was there an attack, dad? Are there Cons?" the sparkling looked panicked as his

"No, no, but those away," Forge's voice went harsh as fear spiked. Then he looked at Startracker, who was audibly shaking.

"It was a wreck," he whimpered. "I saw it, on the scanners...."

"Your ma's gonna be fine," Starforge said, hugging his son.

Bumblebee retreats, letting Jazz put his arms around her, though she barely hears the soft music that he played for her. Instead her optics go to the door, where Soundwave hovers with Screwloose in his arms and Waltz standing shyly at his shoulder.

She holds out her arms for her quiet third-sparked, thinking of the unknown new one that Ratchet was working even now to save.

-Sparkmaker,- she thought, holding Waltz close and unconciously leaning against Jazz. -God... please help them. Please forgive me for being such a glitch head. Please....-

Forge sat opposite the door, an arm around each sleeping son that leaned against him as he stared at the silver doors barring him from his sparkmate and unknown sparkling. There'd been no word, sound, or sign of what was going on, but he tried to think of it as a good thing. They were still alive if the doctor hadn't come out, or sent word, because that was how it went, wasn't it?

Bumblebee's slipped into a light recharge as the hours pass, her hand clenched on Jazz's and her body twitching slightly in reaction to the pain of her scrapes and dents. The silver mech holds her gently, his brown optics even darker with concern as he rests his cheek against her helm and holds she and Waltz tightly.

All three of them start as the repair bay doors open and Ratchet drags himself out wearily.

"How are they?" Ironhide turns from his pacing, his optics narrowed as he unconciously dares his best friend not to tell him.

Forge started, then got to his feet quickly, unable to find a voice even as his boys start away and take over interrogating for him.

"Is mom ok?"

"What about the sparkling?"

"Yeah, is that ok too?"

"You fixed 'em both, right Doc?"

"Can we see them?"

The yellow medic holds up a hand, asking for silence, though he catches Starforge's optic and gives him a terse but reassuring nod.

The twins went quiet, but at the medic's nod Forge's shoulders drooped and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Can I see 'em?" he asked, voice gruff with exhaustion.

"You can see Arcee. But you'll have to relay what you see to Startracker and Sunhunter. I don't want too many people tromping around in there till she's awake and alert."

"Awww," the boys pouted, but Starforge shook his head and went in past Ratchet. Inside he located Arcee quickly, finding her patched and whole once more, lying on a table and sound asleep. He pushed back a glitch in his throat, moving forward and putting his large hand over her slender fingers, then leaned down and kissed her forehead gingerly.

"She's going to be fine," says Dev softly from where she's standing near a side table. The white and black femme glances down at the life support unit in her hands then and turns away so that Starforge can't see her expression drop to frightened worry.

"Here." Ratchet gently takes it from her. "I'll get her into the bigger unit. You check on Columbia and have a break."

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"What's that? Is that..." Starforge stopped, inner alarms going off slightly, and he leaned over to look, spark starting to ache again. "Is... is it alright?"

"She." Ratchet's voice is gruff with static. "And... I don't know."

The new spark looks like only a formless shimmer of barely visible light laying on the bottom of the life support unit. There is no movement; none of the usual sparkle.

"She..." Forge's vocalizer seized again and his hand tightened around Arcee's. "But... we... we didn't even know. 'Cee woulda never been drivin' like that if we'd known...."

"She hasn't coalesced yet, and shouldn't be separate from Arcee's spark at this point in her formation." Ratchet puts his hand over the clear top of the spark pot. "The crash probably knocked her loose."

"Can't y' put her back?" Forge's optics went huge. "Or... or give her a replacement support, or somethin'?"

"If I take her out of here she'll die." Ratchet turns toward the door. "I have to go and get this connected to the main life support system."

"But... ok..." Forge watched him leave, frowning and then turning back to hover over his sparkmate. She was safe... he had to trust that Ratchet would ensure his sparkling's safety, too.

There's a moment's silence, and then Ironhide's gruff voice speaks from the door. "Starforge?"

Starforge blinked, then slowly look up, face pained.

"Yeah?" he asked, hands wrapping around his sparkmate's and holding it close.

"What's happening? What do you want me to do with the twins?" The old warrior looks back at his first-sparked with compassion and concern.

Forge looked away, composing himself as well as he was able. "Jus' put 'em t' bed, if y' don't mind," he said, then cleared his voice. "Our... there was a spark we didn' know about. N... she got wrenched offa Cee too soon. Ratch said she... she's in a bad situation. She ain't developed yet."

Ironhide nods, his feelings hidden now. "They'll be in mine and Chromia's suit." His optics go to the table. "How's Arcee?"

He looked down at her, taking the cue from his father and concealing his ache. "Doc said she was gonna be ok."

"Good." The old mech turns away from the door. "She can beat some sense into Bumblebee."

"What's wrong with Bumblebee?" Forge blinked.

"Blaming herself." Ironhide walks over to the twins and starts herding them out of the room.

He blinked, then looked down at Arcee, eyes widening again. Was she going to blame herself, too?

"Is mom awake, grandpa?" Startracker asked, looking over his shoulder as they went.

"No," he says gruffly. "But she's alright. Come on."

"Ok," the two followed him obediently, leaving their father downstairs alone to watch over their mother as she slept.

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